Desire

Draco sat up in his four poster bed, and opened his eyes. All was deathly quiet in the cold of the dungeons; Draco was the only one awake. He looked around the dormitory, at the sleeping Slytherins who shared a room with him. All in identical beds with green and silver sheets and curtains. None of them snoring - and thank god. A better lot than last year; last year there were snorers and sleep-walkers galore sharing a dorm with him, and he'd had more sleepless nights than he cared to remember.

He sneaked out of bed, already fully dressed in preparation for his little meeting with Harry. He slipped on the Prada loafers he had bought on that day in Muggle London, and started towards the door. He stopped by the mirror to admire his reflection. For a boy who had been in bed, waiting, for nearly three hours, he looked fabulous. He always made sure he looked top notch for Harry.

He reached the common room, and thanked god that he'd remembered to wear his warm pyjamas; down in the dungeons the draught at night was awfully cold. He stopped tip-toeing and started to walk down the corridor once he was out of earshot.

He'd always liked to wander around the corridors at night at his time in Hogwarts. It gave him time to think in peace, he very rarely met anybody while traversing the school's passages. He loved the old castle, and knew most of its many secrets - or so he liked to think. It had been a sanctuary for him, a break from the tyranny of his father and from the watchful eye of his mother. Last year more than any other, he had found comfort in the walls of Hogwarts even at the peak of the war. It had always stayed the same - sure the teachers and pupils would come and go, but the castle was exactly how it was back in his First Year.

He knew where he was headed. Harry was the one who had suggested it - the Room of Requirement was a place ingrained in both of their memories. For Harry it was a happy place; a place where he had done something. It was the headquarters of the DA - of the revolution. Whereas Draco remembered it as the Room of the Vanishing Cabinet, and he could remember spending hours there, plotting, fixing, thinking. He had practically lived there for most of his 6th year.

It had taken a bit of convincing on Harry's part to get Draco to revisit the Room. But he had succeeded, and now they were about to meet. They were about to meet in the Room of Hidden Things.

He traversed the corridors on the way there. He looked out of the window, out towards the grounds. The light was on in Hagrid's Hut, and there was smoke emanating from the chimney at the top of the small, stone cottage. The lake was visible, the moonlight illuminating its waters eerily. 'No people in there tonight' Draco thought to himself, and chuckled at his own wit. He looked towards the Whomping Willow - unmoving. It could pass for a normal tree anywhere other than Hogwarts. Yet one thing that all Hogwarts students should know is that everything is not as it seems.

Trees that move, doors that are walls and walls that are doors. Secret passageways, cheeky poltergeists and trick steps on the ever-moving staircases.

He walked onwards, towards his destination. He hoped he wouldn't encounter anyone along the way - he'd probably get Peeves knowing his luck recently. First Hermione, then Harry and the lake - things just didn't seem to be going too well for him this year.

At last, he'd reached the blank piece of wall he'd been looking for. To any other student passing through, it'd seem no change to the rest of the castle. Yet a handful of people knew the truth - and that included him and Harry. He assumed Harry was already there. he paced three times, repeating the mantra in his head. Show me where everything is hidden…show me where everything is hidden…show me where everything is hidden.

Suddenly, a wooden door appeared, with a rusting handle and a big, iron knocker. He went straight for the handle, yanking it open and walking inside. He closed the door, and gaped in awe at what he saw. Orderly piles of disused books, exam papers and unfinished homework. The debris of a thousand years, all in front of him. And the most amazing thing of all, was that when Draco had been here last, it had been a blazing inferno of fire, inflicted by his old friend, Vincent Crabbe.

Yet somehow, the room had resurrected itself. Draco
didn't know what he had expected - a burnt mess, or even for the room
not to work. But whatever it was that he'd thought, it wasn't this.

He looked around for any movement, but found nothing.
Maybe he was hidden? Or maybe he just wasn't there yet.

Suddenly, he heard a voice somewhere to the left.

"You're late." The voice said. Draco turned, and before he could find
him, Harry hurtled forwards and hugged Draco. It was a rib-crushing
hug of the Hagrid sort - not that Draco had ever been hugged by
Hagrid. But he had seen people massaging their chests afterwards.

Draco was suffocating - he pushed Harry away.

"What the hell are you trying to do, kill me?" He enquired. "And
actually, as you very well know, a wizard is never late. He arrives
precisely when he means to."

Harry rolled his eyes at the blatant reference to the Lord of the
Rings - he knew he shouldn't have let Draco watch the trilogy with him.

Draco grinned in acknowledgement of the quote. "So aren't you going to
kiss me?" Draco asked, trying to keep the tone light and casual. Oh
how hard it was! Draco tried to suppress the butterflies in his
stomach - they hadn't met privately for nearly three whole days. Both
of them had been waiting anxiously for this night, unable to
concentrate in lessons with the prospect of seeing each other ahead of
them.

"No, I don't think so. Not yet." Harry replied, putting particular
stress on 'yet'. "Let's play a game first..."

Draco was confused. A game? He didn't want to play a bloody game. He
wanted a kiss, and he hadn't the patience to wait. Yet from the short
time he had spent in Harry's company for the last week or so, he had
learnt that Harry did not give up easily.

Before he had time to formulate a scathing yet witty reply, Harry had
pushed Draco into the wall and had run away, shouting "Tag!" over his
shoulder.

Draco's lips contorted into a determined smile. If that was how he
wanted to play, then he would play. He ran towards where Harry had
disappeared, and started looking.

He sprinted down the middle of an aisle, and saw the bottom of Harry's
cloak disappearing around the corner. Draco followed, and gathered
momentum. He just hope Harry wouldn't try to obstruct him - at the
speed he was going, he wouldn't have time to stop.

He ran straight into a model skeleton at the end of the aisle, and
lost precious seconds while disentangling himself from its many limbs.
Yet he made up for it by taking a shortcut between bookshelves.

Soon, he was catching up with Harry. Both their Quidditch abilities
meant that they were rather equally matched, yet Draco had the
advantage of having survived the Battle of Hogwarts unscathed. Harry
however, was slower than he used to be, and Draco took full advantage
of it.

Draco turned a corner, and there was no sign of Harry. No telltale
footsteps or panting. Nothing.

He looked around, and his eyes found an old, wooden cabinet. It was
similar to the one Draco had found there before, but different. He
approached it silently, and pressed his ear to the mahogany doors. Yes
there it was, the rapid breathing of a tired little boy.

Draco smiled triumphantly, and took a step back before whipping the
doors open to reveal a shocked Harry Potter. His hair was ruffled, and
somehow his cloak was ripped, yet he had a huge smile on his lips and
he met Draco's eyes expectantly.

"Congratulations" Harry sighed, still catching up on much-needed
Oxygen. "You caught me." He stated.

"I did indeed, Harry. You shouldn't have made me wait so long, Harry."
Draco smiled widely before continuing. "You know how I get when I'm
kept waiting."

"Oh yes I do." said Harry, before leaning forward and kissing Draco
lightly on the lips. "Your prize."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "You'll have to do better than that." He
whispered, and pulled Harry into a passionate kiss. Harry let Draco
have his long-awaited pleasure.

And boy, did he enjoy it.

A/N - Muahaha! You like? I thought I'd drag it out a bit. After all, they are both just fun-loving teenagers and we all love a bit of mischief in out lives.

Reviews

Draco and Hermoine is like PBJ - The balcony was fragile...(lol the binding was fragile..:P) And they weighed to much. The momentum of Draco embracing Harry made the balcony break! Shock! Horror! :P

Systematic Chaos - I love your username! Very poetic. Same with me - I love imagining them sneaking around, meeting at midnight, that kind of stuff :P